For Better, For Worse

by Andrea Cooley

Adam had jaw surgery in December. Long story short, his lower jaw was underdeveloped, meaning his bite was off and his teeth were wearing down unevenly. So after almost 3 years in braces, he had surgery to extend his lower jaw. To extend his jaw, it had to be broken. Not something I would recommend, especially not 3 weeks before Christmas!

Adam was pretty laid back going into the surgery. We knew he would have to spend the night in the hospital, but neither of us realized how “major” the surgery would be. We went to the hospital early in the morning and got him prepped. I kissed him good bye and said I’d see him in a few hours.

I headed to the waiting area to make myself comfortable with my laptop, book, and a crochet project. I wasn’t worried about Adam’s surgery. We had prayed about it, but like I said, we didn’t think it was a big deal.

Don’t worry, I’m not preparing your for a sob story. His surgery went fine, but sitting in the waiting room, seeing families sitting together, some laughing, some crying, all waiting for news, made me so thankful for our health! Thankful that we have insurance. Thankful that we live in a country where we can choose what kind of care we receive. I could go on and on!

Adam came out of surgery fine, but I wasn’t prepared to see him in a hospital bed. It took him a long time to get into a room, but I was able to go back and see him while he was still in the recovery area. I’d seen my grandparents in the hospital before, but somehow it’s different seeing someone who isn’t old, hooked up to machines. It’s not natural! I knew Adam was OK, but seeing him so groggy and in pain and out of it, kind of choked me up! I felt so protective of him and just wanted to hold his hand and tell him everything would be alright. It may sound silly, but seeing him in the hospital made me think of our wedding vows. It’s one thing to say you will love each other “for better, for worse” on your wedding day, but living it out is something else entirely.

The first couple days after the surgery, I was taking care of Adam in a new way. I was running to Walgreen’s to pick up prescriptions, getting a heating pad ready, filling (and refilling) the ice (or in our case frozen peas) for the jaw bra, and encouraging him to drink his smoothies (he wasn’t thrilled about being on a liquid diet!). We joked that the first few nights when he was up every couple hours that we were getting a preview of what it will be like when we have kids!

I was happy to be able to take care of Adam, but I’ll be honest, there were times when I was selfish and didn’t want to make another trip to the store to get him protein shakes, or get out of bed to refill his ice. As much as I love him, sacrificial love isn’t easy!

Adam’s almost back to normal–he ate a cheeseburger over the weekend, which was a huge achievement! He tried to convince me tonight that salad was too hard for him to eat, but I didn’t believe him. We’re both glad that he’s not swollen and on a liquid diet anymore!

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Andrea Cooley

  1. I love Adam tried to convince you salad would be too hard for him to eat. Just another glimpse of what having children will be like. ha! : )

    I love your testimony of God’s provision and care for His children and your example to “be joyful always, pray continually, and give thanks in all circumstance.” 1 Thes. 5:16-18

  2. Awww Andrea! Sacrificial love isn’t easy. What a great reminder of what we promised on our wedding day-in health AND in sickness. Hope his jaw heals fully and correctly!

  3. PS “Jaw bra”?? lol 😉

  4. I’m late to this party, but I loved this post. I know exactly what you mean about how you got choked up seeing Adam in the hospital. At one point in our journey with Brad’s health, he had to have his tongue biopsied. Even knowing it would only take 10 minute and there is virtually no risk to the actual procedure, seeing Brad in a hospital gown in the “surgical prep” area ranks as one of my least favorite memories. I barely held it together!

    But you’re so right about living out the vows. Sometimes I literally tell myself (out loud if no one is around), “Loving Brad means doing a load of dishes. Do it.” Not quite as romantic, but just as real. :)

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